Just a sip
of your liquified tounge,
pouring into me,
see how my lips part for it,
n i grimace or smile
in its pains and pleasures,
a smile undone,
completley unraveling,
becomes so much,
the eye of morning is fading,
see how its droopy lid closes,
i hear the laughter of twighlight,
come out and play she says,
i want to be in the fields of the park,
alone with a drink,
n make love to myself under the stars,
i want to spin until i am completely
sick from it,
and laugh at the moon,
i want to hold poetic n dreary conversations with you,
even though you are a million miles away n
we have never met,
i will whisper poe to the winds,
n hope he softly blows in your ear,
all the secrets,
of my wants and this wish....................................
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